The Craze

I have to admit that I still haven't wrangled the pictures from Nolan from Christmas break...but it's mostly because he has been OBSESSIVELY READING TWILIGHT. Yes, you heard right. The twilight-hating,anti-vampire, literary scrooge has become so engrossed that not only has he almost finished the entire series already, but he passionately defends Jacob being better than Edward (it is the sorrow of my soul), and screams and covers his ears when I try and argue the other way. He was even grumpy at dinner and I couldn't figure out why until he crawled into bed with me later and admitted that he was sorry about being grumpy but it was because he had been separated from the book for too long. Haha! I mean I remember how it was and I can sympathize, but seriously...

Tonight I have to sneak around and maybe clean while he is watching the Ducks game because last night he wouldn't permit me to make any noise while he read. Hhhhh.

Speaking of crazes, not only am I SO EXCITED about seeing la Britney in April and have been memorizing her album, haha, but I am also getting sucked into Taylor Swift stuff. I KNOW.

Home Again

I have to say that I am not surprised to find I haven't written in a week. In my defense, our internet was down at my parents' house for most of vacation, so don't hate! Also: it was winter break and I felt like being lazy, so I did. I have tons of pictures to put in here, but seeing as how they have to be loaded onto Nolan's computer and it just arrived in the mail today, I don't have them yet. He left his laptop and Dutch citizenship papers in his parents' car last week, so his life had to be mailed back here to us in a little white box which I signed for this morning. Tomorrow he fills out the official documents and will have proof of his dual citizenship! His first act as a dutchman will be to go to Cuba next Christmas with his mom while we're all waiting for them on the beach in Mexico, plain jane limited old American citizens. Ah well.

We made out like thieves this Christmas...everything we wanted and then some! Not only did we get the wii fit (EXCELLENT!) but I also finally got a bluetooth headset so I don't have to be a poser with a walgreens wired earpiece that looks totally stupid. Speaking of stupid phones, apparently they're popular now. As if people using belts to secure their cells to their ear in lieu of a bluetooth (yes I have a friend who does this) weren't enough. Behold the "handphone":


There are only 4 of us at work today; 5 tomorrow and the rest of the week. That means it's been pretty slow. Slow enough for one to walk over to my desk, grab my bicep and say, "What's the deal, Caldwell? You look beefier." Thanks, pal, for noting my holiday weight-gain. Speaking of which...I'm off to the gym. Peace.

Dracula

I am ashamed to say that I haven't read Dracula until today. It is a short book, but so far a great read. I always feel a little sheepish when I realize I haven't read such basic classics. Also, I am still in my twilight/vampire/dramatic rut. Not that I ever have not been in a dramatic rut, but there you have it. While we're on the topic of creepiness, I know I'm on the late train again, but if you haven't seen the video for Rihanna's Disturbia, watch it. Reminiscent of Michael Jackson's thriller, but the creepiness actually makes me feel nervous. Haha, here you go:


Also, while looking around I found this and am so.excited.all.over.again. for April 22! I found this picture from someone trying to dress me up for Halloween here at work. Maybe I should wear this to the concert. I will clearly be the most attractive person there, as is demonstrated here.


Our bed is wonderful. Seriously, the best and most comfy bed I have ever felt. But. I slept funny last night and can't move my neck. So don't sneak up behind my right shoulder because I can't turn my head to see you and might kill you on accident.

I am supposed to be in charge of the Christmas music here, but I had on Enya this morning, and everyone was so sick over it that I turned it off. The following transpired:
L: "We could listen to the radio! Christmas music! Enya puts me to sleep."
T: "She is so overdone."
me: "Fine. *sniffs* I could always put on the Muppet Christmas album."
T: "You can...if you wanna die."

We are heading up TONIGHT for Christmas break at my parents' house with EVERYONE related to us. Crazy times. So posts next week may or may not be consistent ;)

Merry Christmas!

Twitterpated

I love working downtown. The atmosphere is just...ssssmmmuh...professional. Not to mention the great food, stores everywhere, hustle and bustle, smells...I just love it. Today Nolan joined me for lunch, and after eating we roamed the aisles of Men's Wearhouse and Van Heusen in search of the perfect blazer. Fascinating. Men's clothing stores are like, completely different than women's. No bright colours, no mirrors, no techno music, and fugly carpet. Among other things. And I actually NOTICED these things (or lack thereof). Also: not to be sappy, but...I have the best husband in the world. When he said he was downstairs waiting for me my palms got sweaty and I was nervous and smoothing my hair. Feels like my honeymoon isn't over yet! Don't vomit yet--I think ylehsa summed up how you are probably feeling:
"me: hhhhhh i am getting all sweaty and anxious
Ash: why
me: i can feel the shine sneaking onto my face. cause i see nolan in like 5 minutes!
Ash: what?! it's not like he's going to ravish you for the first time or anything
me: yeah but hhh. i still get nervous when i see him. that is supposed to be a good thing :-P
Ash: seriously? jeez"
That's all I'm going to say because obviously nobody wants to read gush about someone else's husband ;)

On Tuesday we had our holiday luncheon, and I won't distract you by telling you how mouthwateringly fabulous it was, but. seriously.
Also: we played white elephant, and I won a pillowed foot massager. Excellent. I had to excuse myself halfway through the meal because someone brought a book to the table called, "The Gas We Pass: A story of farts". And honestly: I had tear streakage on my cheeks for the rest of the day.


Quote of the day:
Scott: "Dude, don't snap like that! *mutters* I'm not some freaking doormat."
Me: *introduce him to sadtrombone*
Scott: "Ahhhhhhhh. Now we're friends again. Cause I'm easy like Sunday morning."

Sometimes I don't understand the world...

Chelsea joined me for lunch yesterday downtown, and told me one of those stories that makes me want to go replicate it. She works at a starbucks drive-thru, and said that a few days ago, someone started paying for the orders of people behind them, and this continued on for awhile, even causing one woman to burst into happy tears. Next time I am in a drive-thru, I am totally doing that. What a wonderful little way to pay it forward!
On the other hand, I came into work today, and heard a sad story. One of our coworkers is blind, and he is the SWEETEST person I know. Anyway, today is our company luncheon and secret santa exchange, and he was taking the bus to work, and dropped his gift that he was holding, and NOBODY picked it up for him. He is obviously visually impaired and has his cane, and he even asked people next to him and the driver to help him, and they pretended like he wasn't there. He lost his gift because nobody would help him. TELL ME THERE ISN'T SOMETHING RIDICULOUSLY MESSED UP ABOUT THAT. I just don't understand how people can be so wonderful and at the same time SO cruel. We were talking about it here and my boss I think summed it up saying that it is just a manifestation of the good and evil existing in this world.

Mid-Afternoon Nap

After a long weekend of hosting the men-folk, I am exhausted. Worth it? I think so. Sunday, Nolan and his roommates came home from spending a wet afternoon downtown, and trailing in after them were three more roommates. Heh. As each one came in, they each stopped in front of me and said, "Hi Anneliese, you look beautiful tonight." Thanks for bribing your friends to compliment me, Nolan. We spent hours on-end last night playing Bang!, which I am pretty sure is my new favourite card game. I lost all three times, but it is definitely clawing itself to the top of my list with Settlers. SPEAKING of which: I won Settlers on Saturday night for the first time in 6 years. Booyah.

I cannot wait until this weekend, which officially marks the holiday break. I can barely contain myself and am just dreading how slowly time is going to pass until then! Tomorrow we have our office luncheon/white elephant, but aside from that it will be another slow week it seems. *sigh*

Proton, Electron, and Neutron.

I love my husband. I really do. Sometimes, I wonder what medical school really is doing to him. I appreciate the fact that he is insanely intelligent and is going to save the world someday, and yet...Last night he was sitting on the couch with me, and turned to me with a pleading look in his eyes, and said, "Babe, I have a serious idea about names for our kids someday." Okay, fine. Except that we haven't even decided if we are going to have kids. "Okay tell me, even though I think you're joking." No, he swears he isn't joking, and then tells me a story about how one of his professor's is named "Electron", because his parents were both scientists and professors, and named their three sons "Proton, Electron, and Neutron". No joke. I had to ask him if he was serious about this like actually serious, or like in the way he wanted to name our first son Guggenheim and now we have a Betta bearing that name (and thank goodness it was just a fish, because he calls him GuggenHYMEN for short). So now I see that this is heading in a direction I am not going to like. Furthermore, he is totally serious. "So I was thinking we should do something like that to pay tribute to science since it is something I love so much and am devoting my life to. Also, it would make me like them more." Then he suggests that one he liked was naming them after the 4 bases of DNA: Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, and Thymine. "Firstly, we are not going to approach anywhere remotely close to the land known as 4 children, and secondly: NO." I felt completely justified for once as I looked defiantly into his crestfallen face. By the end of the night, I told him I would consider maybe middle names, so ask me again in 10 years and see how compliant I am then.

On the other hand, at least he is super easy to please. I came home from Safeway and showed him his little treat I got him: Oreo cookies 'n cream pudding. That alone merited an adoring look and an impromptu slow dance in the kitchen to Josh Groban's Christmas album.

I am eternally grateful to Scott, who gave me his code to pre-order tickets to a concert in April...for BRITNEY SPEARS! OMG! Haha, that was a semi-sarcastic squeal of joy, but also TOTALLY SERIOUS. I got the tickets at exactly 10am when the pre-sales opened and jockeyed my way to the best (cheapest) seats in the house! Section 213 facing LA BRITNEY! See:

I think we are a little bit too excited about this for married women in their 20s:
"me: I will send you an email with the confirmation and OMG I CAN'T WAIT
Sarah: Can we DRESS UP
me: YES like SKANKS
Sarah: YES. AWESOME
me: DIBS on the "oops i did it again" jumpsuit! i will buy a red onesie!!! haha jk
Sarah: Dangit! DIBS on going naked like the womanizer video!"

Merry PC Holiday

Each time I go to Walgreens now it's like a little surprise, waiting to see what festive rubbers finger condom lady has donned in spirit of the season. We're still at pink and white as of today, but I'm pushing for a green. Or maybe a patterned one. I read in this blog that apparently more and more people are wearing them to protect their touch screens from grease. Yes, finger condoms are becoming a trend.

Hopefully we won't progress too far in this trend...

Yes, that is a 2500 condom dress you are ogling. Tasty.

In case you're new here and don't know who finger condom lady is, or are wondering why I only have two posts, please reference the last 5 years of my life, located at http://neighbour.livejournal.com

Last night Milo made his first friend in San Francisco. Our neighbour, Alissa, got a sweet little girl kitty named Lilo, and so we introduced Milo to Lilo. She was a little shocked to see another cat in her territory, to say the least. On the one hand I'm thankful that Milo was pretty calm and was slinking around the apartment avoiding her eyes, until he tried to watch her through the crack in the door, and she totally caught him. On the other hand, I am ashamed to have SUCH A COWARD in my family. CLEARLY Lilo will be wearing the pants in this relationship.

Also: holy crap I am never eating at KFC ever again.

I have been wearing my glasses more recently, now that I resemble more Sarah Palin and less Harry Potter. I just feel better. I also noticed that although I have the anti-glare coating on the outside of my lenses, it isn't on the inside. This means: I practically have a mirror glued inconspicuously to my head. This morning on the Muni, I was watching people behind me. I felt like slowly turning around and cackling, "haHA!" Like Chucky from Child's Play or something. Point being, it's an excellent spy tool, and now I feel like I have eyes on the back of my head. HAH! I briefly considered using them to drive so that I wouldn't have to turn my head at all to switch lanes, but thank goodness I REconsidered.

The week is almost over, and this weekend I get to!....do laundry. Ah well. One more week until MY (dare I not use the noncommittal word "holiday"?) Christmas break!

As promised...

Right now I am just hoping everyone is technically adept enough to follow the link here, and it makes me nervous like last year when I started blogging regularly again and felt like I was shouting to the empty halls. Ahh, sweet anxiety.

As promised (and I feel like I have built these up to be really cool, when in actuality they are kind of lame), here are your festive pictures of Milo in his Santa suit, and even one of our little Charlie Brown tree that we picked out:

Okay, about the tree: I KNOW. But it was only $5 and we live in an economic toilet bowl. What are you gonna do.

By the time I get home tonight, my Christmas shopping will be completely done, and I am pretty sure that is some kind of a record. It significantly helps to have wish lists from every relative.

Last night I tried to cut the eggnog fudge to bring to work (I had this vision in my head of me prancing around the office distributing holiday cheer and love in baskets to people I think), and...it melted all over my hand. Kind of/exactly like this. So I did what any self-respecting woman does in such a situation: I called my mother...who promptly told me to trash it and start over. Despite my conscience telling me that I am a terrible person for throwing away a whole pan full of edible (albeit soupy) fudge, I am happy that at LEAST my slaving away paid off and we now get to have tasty and rock-hard eggnog fudge at work today.